Summer solstice just moments ago here in the Pacific Northwest.  Though we are calling it Junuary because it is doing that gray skies rainy thing that just happens up here.  Nourishing and comforting to some of us.  Those of us who are really tender green plants in human disguise.

Love takes so many forms. Wedding vows, a touch, smiles, easy laughter in small talk.  But sometimes I just don’t see it, blinded by clouds that are so close to my heart that the mist covers my face.  No one even seems to notice my tears we are all so wet.

The sun now begins its slow journey back across the sky to the south.  Warming as she goes, boosting the green everywhere.

I throw myself on the Path of Heaven, today asking the Sun to stand still inside me, even when I seem to melt down in unnamed feelings, angry that my thrashing does not elicit sympathy.  Apparently anger is not a good sign of loneliness.

Today the Divine is in the details.  I stand still throughout the day allowing Her Ideas to come gently to me.  Perhaps the laughter is because I am never alone.  And the anger is because I am so blinded by childish tears.  Meera Momma Mary